EMT 10/12/19

I guess the good news is that truly existential crises such as the left is currently fomenting are immensely clarifying in terms of what is, really, important.

I mean, if the shit has truly hits the fan, and I'm in a starving group of people and I say, "ladies and gentlemen I don't know where the next meal is coming from". Well if some idiot's response is "I identify as...", I'm finishing their sentence with "dinner".

Now before you all get outraged over such a thing I want you to remember we are animals, and probably no more than 3 days of missed meals from seriously contemplating cannibalism.

Or, if you are my, er, corpulent best friend, "3 days? Krak, if I'm on an elevator and the power flickers, I'm already checking out who my next snack is."

I guess there are two morals to this story:

1. Never foment revolutions when the other side has all the guns.

2. Never get on an elevator with a fat man in a rubber clown costume who has the words "Hot Pockets" stenciled on his tiny little clown suitcase.

posted by krakatoa at 06:00 AM

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